Standing against the tide,
watching the moon break,
feeling the tears of pain
run down my face,
the stars before me are
not shining so bright tonight,
the loss of you has made
the world spin slower,
smells of rain
sting my senses
awake,
I can smell the
rosemary blooming,
awaiting,
the tears of angels
as the moon breaks,
the stars
sparkle,
tide breaks against
the cliffs,
and the rain falls
as the angels cry,
I remember,
I remember the days,
days when the world spun so fast
time bled together,
and we lived as one.
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